Mother..

I pick up your scent, the hair that you shed.

But I still dont understand what happened, when you left.

I fell asleep, my head in your arms.

I woke up alone, to my alarm.

I picked up my phone, and put it back to the side.

I knew I was in for a boring ride.

The next day you call me, I hang up the phone.

I was already lonely, I didnt need to hear your voice, for I knew I'd cry and moan.

Two weeks have past, I celebrate 09

I wish you were there with me, sipping your wine.

A birthday has past, its now the second.

I think of you now, in the present.

To be continued.......